15-25

ok.....chek it....

let me first let u acknowledge that I be the Lyrikal Creator//
Settin ya up, Throwin ya down, ta da lowest possible Denominator//
My ryhmes like ya belly carry more diseases than a peruvian gully//
Pull out da X-files on dis Lyrikal finna killa like IM scully//
But Im not,.... im Molar//
Injected deep within ya capular tunnell like a cavity//
Battlin me for u, u c would be a great catastrophie//
Considerin u be great would be da synonym fo travesty//
While u witty wit ur verse, u still committin blashpemy//
Cus u kno i be the Lyrkal Creator an tha lYrakl KIlla//
When i feel da need i put a bitch nigga ta rest//
best belive ima have ta drive da steak up thru ya chest//
Lyrikal Sword was my first//
And wit em joins Death in dis hearse//
An u know this an u have from the very first verse//
That when i spit an i shine, U dispurse//
An dun forget ta leave behind ya purse//
You been charged wit a battle fee//
False classifaction of a real emcee//
Or fo the matta of that....what i should be//
line 21 right now think i had ya at 15//
Nigga gain sum intelect cus yo hint of hue be green//

outty.....
Best o' Luck Peace